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Misssion

If you’re reading this, you did. Maybe I didn’t. That’s not the point. The point is you did. All I was supposed to do was make it far enough to hand this off to you, and I did.

My mission, accomplished. Now, what’s your mission?

What are you handing off to the next someone? What will they hand off to the next? Not my mission, not my monkeys. I always wanted to say that. My mission wasn’t to manage yours, it was to finish mine, and I did. I know that because here you are, with my mission in your hands, making it your own.